the passing of TIme

In its natural form

It has allowed me to

live

Its given me much nostalgic hope

full of bells and whistles

both alarming and exciting

the one thing though,

I do wish I could contain

was its passing

constantly in motion and never ceasing

I can’t control its movement

I can’t hinder even for a second

As much as I love the moment’s

its really

out of my hands

It’s a constant movement

and an emphatic mystic with only the ability to whisper her secrets.